Blue Scholars - Motion & Movement lyrics

rate me

It's been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum

Blasting the broken boom box open closing and

The most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine

Grab the mic trading my backspin for rapping

Back when the sinners dance, dancers were listeners

Answers to caller response chance ridiculous

Pants demanded sagging, never bigger than our britches

But the britches burned, britches were scratched

Our sins were repented for much later

Hey yo DJ blessed the crowd with the sign of the cross fader

In time we find things to refine the mind at the same time, the heart articulating mine

I think it's amazing kids are waiting outside

Habitual leaders at the solidarity of this ritual see

Each individual reach out, speak to teach the invisible how to be invincible

[Chorus: x2]

Motion, movement

Architects, blueprints

Showing, grooving

Teachers, students

Reaching for truth in a self-revolution

The roof is on fire, what's your solution?

This be the sum, of love plus one

Mold breaking, soul searching

My carriage is my feet on point and hella deep like sea urchins

Indeed be certain

Proceed to test your reflex knee jerk

And hid it behind a curtain on the stage

Burning inside with rage

Rewrote the script, with my voice inside of the page

I've decided the ways

Previously paved for me to walk

Will never see, me, nor my footprints

I stalk in the nighttime

Avaying(?) our hands to the sky

Like the clock at midnight

Convinced of my demise

Concluded that the crowd throws their hands in the air

Because the sky is falling no one else seems to care

Or want a piece of the pie, not a generous share

Can I possibly prove, my intentions are there

I'm just a word in a rhyme, and a kick in the snare

Swimming in inkwells to find if my spirit is there

But you can find me inside of a pen waiting to burst

Drowning in the reservoir quenching my thirst

My first love's second home was my headphones

First time I wrote what I felt because I said so

So, unless there's any protest allow me to begin

The weather's never deep enough to wash away the sins

So I drop it on the one, my tongue be the drum

Beating meaning to the beat to defeat what we've become

[Chorus x2]